Nothing Holdin Me Back

IV

"Well everything's right on track."

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Shawn.

My hand throbbed, the pain was slight. If I curled my fingers forming a fist I knew it would hurt. I refrained from doing so but even when I would move them even a little a sharp pain would move throughout my palm.

It's as if the pain was an electric shock shooting through each little small vein in my hand. It hurt but I had been through worse than a stab in the hand.

I left from Maddox's apartment complex. I walked down the sidewalk and crossed the street. I got to our apartment which was a little away from Maddox's. My boss insisted that we stay close to her.

I walked up the stairs till I got to my door. I dug my keys out of my pocket with my good hand. I got it and unlocked the door, I opened it up and heard a gun click.

I rolled my eyes, "Put the gun down Matt, it's me." I said as I shut the door.

"Well shit you could've texted me you were on your way. You don't know who's watching." He said as he set the gun down on the counter.

"Yeah let me just text you with my two good hands. Oh wait that's right you stabbed one of them." I said feeling annoyed.

I wasn't annoyed at him it was my hand. It was killing me, I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed some pain killers. I took two with water as Matt went over and sat on the couch.

"Hey it was your idea to pretend to steal the purse." He said as if it was my own fault.

I shook my head, "I said steal the purse and hit me not stab me in the hand. Do you realize how long it's going to take to heal?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "You've been shot and stabbed before but I stab you in the hand, not even all the way through by the way, and suddenly it's the end of the world?" He asked.

"That's not the point. The point is, is I'm supposed to protect this girl and I can't do it with a bad hand." I told him.

Matt just shrugged, "Just be grateful it not on your right hand and that it's not your leg or something." He tried to make the situation light.

I sighed, "Yeah whatever, hey keep a look out. I'm taking a shower, I'm going to try and get this blood off." I told Matt.

I walked to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I walked over to my adjoining bathroom and turned the shower on. I made sure the temperature of the water was perfect.

I then carefully stripped out of my clothes and had to wrap my hand. From having previous stitches in other areas of my body I knew I couldn't get my hand wet just yet. I covered it with a plastic bag just something I could use for now.

I then hopped under the hot spray of water. Using one hand to wash your hair and scrub your body was hard. You never really notice how much you use both of your hands till you can't use one anymore.

Eventually I was clean from blood and I got out of the shower. I turned it off and grabbed a towel. I took off the bag from around my hand and had to carefully wrap a towel around my waist. I walked back into my room and walked over to my dresser.